Yesterday, Matt and I went shopping, and it was glorious. It was around 80, sunny, and a little breezy. "It's gorgeous out!" I exclaimed, "So you know what that means, right?" "What?" "It's 80 today, so it'll be about 40 tomorrow."
As I write this, it's apparently 48 degrees. Michigan, I hate you. You're the most freaking bi-polar state I've ever met.
I'll thank you in advance for changing your mind on Friday's weather. 67 is fine, but I need you to get rid of the showers. It's my birthday, afterall, and I want to go take pictures. It's much appreciated.
However, feel free to rain down as much as you could possibly want on the Windsor Place apartment complex in Davison. They're rotten to the core.
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